Sex And Cigarettes.
Sex and Cigarettes.
© -MFB III
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Cigarette smoulders...
been ignored for a while
all I can see is that
blaze in your eyes
when you stormed out in style.
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Glasses in masses,
left empty and drained
icy with sweat,
as they squat on our table
reflecting my pain,
somewhere a Sax wails
a lonesome refrain.
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The candle casts shadows...
but yours left with you
I'm alone in a booth
that was meant to hold two
Just me and my shadow
are all that remain
plus six shots of vodka
to cushion my pain.
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My cigarette dies...
ashes hang in mid-air
just like our love
that I thought was still there
perhaps one more drink...
do I care...I don't dare...
fumbling in my pockets
to find taxi fare
for that long journey home
to a place we don't share.
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My cigarette falls
to the floor.... suicidal
as again, and again
your words play a recital
of all the went wrong
with our love once so vital.
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Then the cigarette's swept
from my side with a broom
by a waitress who leaves
a sweet trail of perfume
much the same kind that you left
as you ran from this room.
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S o o n....
a lady with jazzy
blue eyes comes to me
claiming she's heard it all....
offers me company,
I query her name...
she just sighs, "Melody."
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Two more
cigarettes lit up...
smoulder side by side
the smoke intermingles
but it fails to hide
my needs left denied.
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More drinks and some small talk,
then we're both outside
and it looks like I'm in
for another long ride.
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Now my cigarette smoulders
by a bed...burning low
snuggled together
in its softly lit glow
after Melody's played
a duet we both know .
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